She don get belle! (Page 4)

A bundle of joy, a wonderful creation, something people long for and pray for. She really is with child. But she's a child and so am I. How can she be with child? What do we know about children, we are just children. How could this be? All I know is, she's with child.
Calmly, yes I was calm, I realized I had no thoughts or strong opinions on the issue. Sure I don't want a child now,even though I love her, sure I'd rather not have her have one for me now. Yes, I'd have advised her to let go of the issue. But what could I have done if she didn't? However, the fickle and apparently evil hands of fate seemed to be in support of my morbid wishes. She had made up her mind to do so without input from me and I was guilty of being glad about it. After all, it's a woman's body, it's her prerogative. Yes I was a participant, yes my seed was needed for the issue, yet the decision really had nothing to do with me.
Anyways she's with child but she doesn't want child. She's made up her mind to not have child. Yes I'm relieved; I'm not going to be a dad. Oh well, I put my funds into the grisly venture of erasing the future of something still unborn. Without thinking, I decide to put my lot in and let go of child.
And she had the procedure done, in hurt and blood, the issue was let off. Now I'm no longer a baby daddy, she's no longer a baby mama. We are still free and untethered to one another. I've lost a seed, she's lost a seed. And now, she's no longer with child.